It all started out as an ordinary day, man. Mrs. Krabaple, my stupid teacher wanted us to do aproject on the most intense, exciting day of our vacation. Truth is, I actually DID my project, insteadof getting my dog, Santa's Little Helper to eat a piece of paper with the alphabet and some madeup curse words Milhouse made up that I thought were dumb. Anyway, all these kids had these boringstories, while I was remembering mine:It started two weeks ago, when Homer came home, not miserable or went to Moe's before cominghome. He seemed so giddy and excited.